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Chapter 320 Nine orifices bear golden fruit

"You are welcome."

Many of the foundation builders bowed their heads respectfully. Jiang Ding walked through them and found a place next to the main seat to sit down.

In the world of immortality, you cannot be polite in this way.

If you dare to give in, they will dare to push you further and unceremoniously think that you have declined, and more temptations and troubles will follow.

Don't be afraid, but there is no need.

Close your eyes slightly and enter a semi-cultivation state.

Lei Linghe waited until he stood up, and when he glanced around, he could see the other person's look of relief, as well as a hint of deep reluctance.

Half a step of golden elixir combat power!

Such a person, so young, and his status is only lower than the two ancestors.

Truly deserved!
No matter what he thinks in his heart, Uncle Master must say this with his own mouth.

"Zhou Kunlong and I were born at the wrong time."

Lei Linghe sent a message to an old friend and sighed.

The sect's main hall was quiet and solemn, and one could hear the drop of a needle. Occasionally, there was a wave of sound transmission from the divine consciousness, but it was also fleeting.
Finally, it became completely quiet.

"Supreme Elder, here we come!"

"Ancestor Zhou, here!"

Lei Linghe sang Nai Tao loudly, and his voice spread for miles.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes. At some point, there was an old cultivator with white eyebrows sitting on the main seat above the sect hall. A middle-aged man with a wild temperament. The faint golden elixir pressure spread, making people hold their breath involuntarily. .

"Junior brother, although there are many messages, we haven't seen each other for 25 years, right?"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows blinked his eyes and said through the message.

I also felt emotional in my heart.

It's only been 25 years. A mortal child brought back that year has now reached the middle stage of foundation building, and his combat power is enough to overwhelm all foundation building.

There is quite a sense of the vicissitudes of life and the ever-changing world.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for taking care of me all these years."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly and replied.

"I would also like to thank Second Senior Brother for the gift. I have benefited a lot over the years."

I also gave some greetings to Zhou Yan.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a little extra money."

Fire Vein Golden Pill Wednesday Yanhao Qi Dao.

Lei Linghe led the sect's foundation builders into a neat queue and knelt down together.

"Kowtow, Supreme Elder!"

"Kowtow, Patriarch Zhou!"

All the foundation builders knelt down with their knees close together, placed their hands on the ground to rest on their foreheads, and bowed respectfully upwards.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm and he sat comfortably in his seat.

He and Qiyu Jindan are brothers, and there is no need to meet anyone except the previous Supreme Elder Jinlian Zhenren who has been dead for many years.

In my heart, I feel a little unhappy about kneeling down to a cultivator.

But it’s actually appropriate to say it.

Don't look at these foundation builders who are called uncles and seniors by others outside. In fact, they are all two golden elixirs. From childhood to now, there is nothing wrong with kneeling down with the respect of elders.

"Disciples, please get up."

The white-browed old cultivator waved his sleeves, and the foundation builders felt a gentle force dragging them. They couldn't help but stand up, bowed again, and stood still in the hall.

"The founder Qiyu Zhenren got the opportunity 3000 years ago to found the sect."

"There is a treasure left, called the Nine-Aperture Golden Spirit Tree. It bears fruit every 900 years. After it is picked, it is sealed in the sect's forbidden area. It is opened once every 450 years and given to one of the sect's disciples."

"This is the great love the Patriarch has for our disciples."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows said slowly, falling into some memories.

It is said that when the founder Qiyu Zhenren was here, he set the rule that each of the four or five golden fruits should be won by the disciples through their merits, qualifications and fighting skills.

After the founder passed away, the number that the disciples could fight for continued to decrease, from four or five every four to five hundred years, to two or three, and now there is only one.

This period of history was gradually only known to the sect’s Golden Core monks.

"Time flies, and another 450 years have passed. All disciples must not forget how difficult it was for our ancestors to clear the way for us."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows said slowly.

"Disciple, never dare to forget!"

Lei Linghe, Zhou Kunlong, Li Qingyun and others said in unison, their hearts agitated, and some people's eyes were slightly red, as if they were remembering the arduous journey of the ancestors accumulating one spiritual stone after another.

'This is the ideological inheritance of the Seven Feathers Sect. Jiang Ding watched silently.

No one would pretend to be able to see through it at a glance in front of the Golden Core cultivator.

Even though Zhou Kunlong and others are cunning and cunning and do not regard other people's lives as their own, they still have a sense of belonging to the sect. This is where he grew up and lived for who knows how many years.

Although, after weighing it for a long time, it is not impossible to sacrifice, but it is available.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother Zhou, Brother Li, why didn't you call me to the party? Did you think that I was drunk after drinking three thousand kilograms of spiritual wine?"

Outside the sect's main hall, a thunderous laughter could be heard. It was extremely heroic. Without waiting for a response, he barged in forcefully.

Many foundation builders were frightened and broke away from the emotion of remembering their ancestors, looking towards the place where the pressure was as heavy as a mountain.

A man with a bird's head and a crown of colorful feathers.

A charming and plump young woman with three fiery red and fluffy tails flew into the hall, followed by General Mo Yu and Princess Chi Yuan, who walked towards her step by step with overwhelming force.

"Greetings to the Lord of Red Flame Kingdom!"

"Meet the Peacock King!"

Lei Linghe, Li Qingyun and others seemed to have seen two mountain peaks coming towards them, and they hurriedly dispersed to both sides, fearing that if they made a slight mistake, they would be smashed into pieces.

They were far apart, so they bowed respectfully.

Demonic cultivators are all physically powerful. They can even forcefully access the magic weapons of monks of the same level. For low-level monks, they are like a sacred mountain crushing them. There is no exaggeration.

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed and he looked at the two newly appeared demons.

The information about the Seven Feather Sect came to mind, and he compared it with his own observations.

The young woman with three fluffy fiery red tails is the leader of the Red Flame Kingdom of the Tushan Demon Kingdom. She is a great demon in the late Golden Core stage. She is good at a steady stream of fire spells and is not weak in melee combat.

The Peacock King is a big man with a bird's head who was born with a crown of colorful feathers. He is in the early stage of the Golden Elixir and has a five-color divine light in his hand. It is said that he can absorb everything and specialize in restraining long-range attack magic weapons.

Under the pressure of the violent golden elixir, many foundations bowed.

Three people who still remain indifferent.

The old cultivator with white eyebrows, Zhou Yan, and a young man in green sat there, watching them quietly, not knowing what they were thinking.

The others were trembling and almost suffocating under the pressure and evil aura deliberately generated by the golden elixir demon.

"Oh?"

The demon clan has a strict hierarchy, and the Peacock King was instantly unhappy.

A cold look flashed in Bird's eyes, he gave up the straight route, took a detour, walked specifically to the young man in green who was sitting upright, and smiled coldly.

"Where did you come from, junior? Didn't your parents teach you etiquette?"

"Dare you stand in front of this great king?"

hoohoo!

Vaguely, the evil energy formed by hundreds of years of hunting and killing condensed, and there were the wails of the souls of all beasts and humans, all of which were suppressed by the young man in green.

It is enough to make the peak foundation-building monks go insane, have hallucinations, and even be seriously injured by the impact of spiritual consciousness and evil energy, and the path may be cut off.

"King Peacock, my mother taught me well."

Jiang Ding smiled at him.

His eyes were calm and clear, extremely friendly.

"court death!"

The Peacock King was furious, suddenly turned his face, surrounded by five-color divine light, and swatted downwards.

boom!
The sect's formation roared and moved, the wind and clouds for dozens of kilometers changed color, and thunder patterns appeared in the sky. A violent celestial phenomenon that was considered extremely terrifying at the level of the golden elixir appeared instantly, stirring up the aura of the heaven and earth.

The leader of the Red Flame Kingdom changed his expression.

The Peacock King's hand that was about to touch Jiang Ding's head stiffened.

Looking around, an old cultivator with white eyebrows looked at this place quietly, and a colorful stone tablet appeared behind him. The aura flickered, and the terrifying aura changed back and forth between the best magic weapon and the top quality magic weapon.

The most inherited treasure of the Seven Feather Sect, the Seven Elements Monument!
Next to the white-browed old cultivator, Zhou Yan held up a flaming mountain magic weapon, also without saying a word, and the pressure of the middle stage of the golden elixir was looming.

Formation, monk.

Under such concentrated pressure, the leader of the Red Flame Kingdom was okay, but the Peacock King in the early stage of the Golden Core seemed to be suppressed by mountains one after another, his magic power was stagnant, and the terrible danger of death clearly emerged in his mind.

I felt a chill in my heart and a chill down my spine.

"Ha ha!"

The Peacock King laughed loudly, and brushed the air in front of Jiang Ding with his left paw as if wiping dust, and praised: "Seven Feather Swordsman is indeed the pride of the Seven Feathers. He is not as well-known as meeting him, but he is much better than my son."

"You are overrated."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, very politely.

(End of this chapter)